I’m blubbering like an idiot. That last post..somehow hits much deeper than I meant it to. This is the heart of me really. The way I view love and loving. It’s like longing and nakedness. It’s like being sad and not minding you are. I don’t have a Valentine this year, but, in my heart, I feel the outline of who fits. Isn’t that a strange thing to say?
“He shall know me by my smile” is a line from one of my poems, and I feel that is the way of it. The true way.
He shall know me by my smile and I shall know him by his habits.
He fits. He just fits…and I will know him..because I already know everything but his presence.
In knowing what love completes me. I shall know when he arrives to do so.
Sigh* I miss someone I haven’t met.